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Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his «Billy» boiled
«You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched and waited till his «Billy» boiled
«You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»
Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
«You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»
Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers, one, two, and three
«Whose is that jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»
Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong
«You'll never catch me alive!» said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
«You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me»
